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By *rumCouple OP Couple
over a year ago
birmingham |
I got to Fantasy Soc. on time, but my group was all assembled and starting to play before Emma arrived. So I spent the evening trying to see if she was looking at me. If she was she hid it well. Or maybe she wasn’t thinking about it. When we had finally packed up, and I was putting my coat on, it seemed as though she’d be off before I could speak to her. As I was trying to decide whether to go to the Vic with the regular crowd, Emma appeared, coat on, little bobble hat, and matching scarf. I found myself fascinated by her demeanour … the stage had lost a true talent there.
“You know that, exercise you helped me with ?” she began. I knew she was referring to the time I had helped her in the computer lab, but was at a loss how to reply …
“Yeah, it was nothing …” I said, slightly bewildered. Although it seemed to do the trick. The rest of my posse immediately realised I had been collared by a muppet (which was 1980s slang as much as today) and moved quickly to avoid being collared by proximity. IT geeks tended to be awkward around girls anyway.
“Could you print another off, please, I lost the top page ?”. It dawned on me this was Emma being discreet. Very discreet. So discreet I almost didn’t realise.
“Um, yeah” I hesitated. “When for ?”. By now all the others had drifted off, and we were alone in the lecture room. Her expression changed from dozy blonde, to … sexy blonde ?
“It’s OK” she smiled, but didn’t laugh. “I just wanted a word about tomorrow.”
Tomorrow ! Clearly Tony and Jane were serious, and working fast. I felt weak and flushed.
“Here ?” I said. After all it was quiet, but hardly deserted.
“Just wanted to say, I’ll only do a handjob … not sure what you were told.”. This was said with an even voice. Naïve as ever, I just nodded, trying to act like I knew if this was a big deal or not. Her eyes fixed me, and I felt I was being re-evaluated. I found the bluntness very horny, and had the most intense urge to know what a handjob from Emma would feel like. While I was contemplating this, her eyes softened slightly, and a sheepish smile flickered across her face.
“I’m not a tart.” She said, hesitantly. “I’d only do it for a shoot. It’s not as if I have a boyfriend to upset.”. This last comment struck me as odd. We’d never, ever shared this much depth on our lives. I felt a pang of guilt that I still didn’t fancy her. But I had to admit to myself I liked her. I felt a sudden surge of irritation … it seemed wrong that she felt a need to justify herself, whilst I could just do as I pleased. My irritation would have turned to sorrow, but I spoke before it could.
“I didn’t think you were.” I said. “And what would that make me ?”. She didn’t answer, but clearly accepted my sincerity. She hefted her bag onto her shoulder, but seemed more relaxed.
“I was worried you’d think I didn’t …” she trailed off. This time I did feel a pang of sorrow. Being insecure and self centred, it never occurred to me that Emma would be concerned about my feelings … while at the same time I had never considered hers.
“Look.” I said, trying to sound more certain than I felt. “It’s just a job … just something we’re doing because … because we can, and because we need the money. Because it’s something not everyone can – or will do.” Was I echoing Jane ? “I like you, but don’t fancy you –“ she cut me off, breathlessly. “That’s what I wanted to say … you really aren’t my type, but you’re OK … “ she trailed off, and paused abruptly for a brief second, almost as if she was about to choke. Then she gave that giggly laugh I had heard every Wednesday. “God, look at us … both struggling to say the same thing as if it’s bad … surely it’s good ?”. It was a rhetorical question, but I saw her point. I felt a load lifted from my shoulders. Weirdly I could see now, that I had harboured some deep seated worry I would be breaking a heart. With that gone, I giggled too. As if to seal our new-found pact, Emma turned to go, and said “you know, I can be honest, it is fun … I do get horny you know, and so do you, if you’re honest … so let’s be there for 6 tomorrow.” And she left the room. For a second I felt slightly sad. I had been enjoying talking. Still, I thought to myself, turning the light out and closing the door, given that tomorrow you are going to be cumming in her hand, I think you can afford to be a little consoled.
The next day, like the one 2 weeks ago, seemed to drag. Two morning lectures. However, this time I hadn’t been given any specific costume to wear. I debated about wearing my suit again, but didn’t want to risk drawing attention to myself. Mind you, I thought to myself, as I ran the razor over my face. Even having a shave twice in two weeks could be considered odd. In the end I decided to just go as if I was going out for the night. That is to say I didn’t wear anything different to what I would wear during the day. Again, I showered. Again, I wanked. And again, I came a second time very shortly after. My spunk was very thick the first time, and visibly more watery the second. As I soaped and washed my cock, I wound myself getting hard again, which worked out well – it was easier to wash properly.
The Woolwich Christmas lights dominated the square, as the bus pulled in. It was a bitterly cold evening, and a slight mizzle had threatened to soak me to the skin if I walked. The shop was a quick minutes walk from the square, and I was there just gone 6. No sign of Emma … I wondered if I should wait, but then saw Jane, inside the shop. She was moving the pictures on the wall around, and putting up some sort of poster. She waved and smiled, and held up her hand with two fingers … just be a couple of minutes. She carried on rearranging, and clearly someone shouted her, as she went to the door in the back, and shouted something back. Then she came to the door, and unlocked and opened it.
“Hi” she said, as if what was about to happen was the most normal thing in the world. “Sorry, just wanted to get the studio sorted.”. She started to go through the back door, and I just knew to follow her. Again, past the small studio, and again up the stairs, into the big one. I noticed the bed had been turned on it’s side, to allow the chaise longue to go against the longer wall. There was a wallpaper backdrop, with a fake mantelpiece to the left. On the floor was a square of carpet – about 10’x10’, and in the centre was a rug, and two bean bags.
Emma was sitting on the chaise longue. For second I had to presume it was her, as the transformation was astounding. She had managed to hide her blonde frizzy hair somehow (I wasn’t really an expert on wigs) with a shoulder length black wig, that had a spiky look to it. She was wearing a leather jacket, over a tight white T-shirt which had some black-ink slogan on it. Across the front was a chain, fixed to two safety pins. She was clearly wearing a padded bra, as her bust was quite a bit more rounded that I’d seen normally. She had a PVC skirt on, which came above the knees. Underneath she was wearing fishnet stockings. Her legs went into ankle length stiletto boots. But the most dramatic change was to her face. She had been “punked up” … a white base, with black eyeliner thick wound the eye lids, and a deep red lipstick. She looked exactly like an old mans idea of a punk girl. Which is to say, nothing like the Emma I had seen yesterday evening. She seemed relaxed, and gave me a brief smile as I gawped.
“Hi … you OK ?” she said.
“Yes, fine … I like the look.” I managed to say.
“Thanks.” She replied. “Not my idea, or style, but Jane said it’s what was asked for.”
I found myself wondering … what exactly had been asked for ?
Tony came up the stairs carrying a camera. He came over, said “Hi” and shook my hand. “Feeling good ?” he asked. It was disconcerting that there was no leer or letch in his voice.
“Great !” I said, meaning it.
Jane had gone off to the desk, and returned with a clipboard. She smiled at us, and said “Right, let’s get that hair and face sorted” to me. After the dusting with makeup last time, I wasn’t so surprised, and sat down next to Emma, as Jane indicated. Again she puffed over my face, and then fetched a tub of hair gel, and set about spiking my hair. After a few deft tugs, she nodded to Tony, who looked carefully, and nodded back. Feeling Emma watching, I found myself becoming aroused. Jane was actually very attractive, and to have her so close to me was a turn on. She stepped back, wiping her hands on a towel.
“OK” she announced. “The idea of this set, is a sort of wild girl gets what she wants. So Emma –“ this was directed at Emma “- you need to try and look like you’re in control. James –“ this was to me “you’re more being done to, rather than doing. Are you both OK with that ?”. Emma and I nodded in unison. Jane continued: “we’ve got a series of scenes we want to take you through … don’t worry, I’ll call them out as we go on – you just need to follow the directions … you probably won’t even know Tony’s there … basically we’re going to start with some kissing and cuddling. Then I want Emma to show she’s undressing James, and getting him to finger her, then Emma can take her top off, and get James to go down on her, then she will suck him … we’ll see if we can get a few positions there, and we’d like to get a cum shot over Emmas tits.” She paused, but not long enough that we could really object. “You both Ok with that ?” she asked. Again, I felt Emma nodding in unison with me. I was a little confused … hand job … sucking ? Wasn’t one more than the other. Emma broke my reverie, by asking, simply “money ?”. Unoffended, Jane went to the desk, and counted out some notes. She came back, and counted out £15 for me, and £25 for Emma. She didn’t say anything, and I didn’t know what to say … £25 had been mentioned before, but that was when I thought I would be fucking Emma. Completely out of my depth, I meekly pushed the money into my pocket. Emma also said nothing, and pulled a handbag from under the chaise longue. Tony had been fiddling with the umbrella reflectors, and I noticed the area I was sitting in had got a lot brighter. Jane had stepped back, so she was to the side of Tony, and in shadow. I found myself half expecting to hear someone call “Action !” and hear a clapperboard.
There were a few flashes, and I heard the whine of the flashguns, I heard Tony say “OK” to Jane, who said “OK” back, and then called out “OK … if you’re both comfortable, just have a kiss and cuddle, relax a touch.”.
Despite not feeling too relaxed, I turned to my right, and faced Emma. Taking the lead, she put both arms around my shoulders. I did the same, and we bought our faces almost nose to nose. She didn’t seem nervous, and I realised neither was I. I started feeling a deep flush from within my stomach, and moved forward meeting Emmas lips as I did. There was no electric spark, but her lips were warm and moist. Feeling my cock twitch, I was startled as her tongue pushed into my mouth. Although I hadn’t expected real kissing, it was an instinctive reaction to respond. I felt Emmas arms move around me, as mine did around her, and we both pulled close. Feeling a little like I had just pushed off on a roller coaster, and was accelerating wildly, I pushed my lips against Emmas, and we rolled our tongues around each other. I could feel her breathing becoming deeper, and we were both moaning slightly. If I had been able to watch myself, I am sure I would have been astounded how natural – how real – it all looked.
I felt Emmas arms squeeze and rub me, and returned the favour. I had only ever been with 3 girls, all the way, before this, so didn’t have much experience to know if I was doing things right. It never occurred to me what Emmas experiences were.
By now, we were clearly connected. I felt her hands on my neck, and touching my ear. I carried on holding her, but knew my left hand was sliding to Emmas chest. Rather than push it away, she grabbed it, and pulled it to cover her right tit. I had been aware of the flashes, and now Jane made herself known
“Good, good, you’re both good.” She said. I hoped Emma was as pleased with the compliment as I was. “Right, Emma, can you stand up, against the mirror ?”. One of the fiddles, Tony had done, was to bring a dressmakers mirror from somewhere, to stand at the head of the chaise longue. Emma did as she was told, and Tony moved, round. Instinctively, I shuffled out of shot.
“OK, Em” said Jane. I noted the use of “Em” rather than “Emma”. “If you can turn a bit, put your hand on the mirror … look at Tony … can you vamp it ?”. Emma obligingly gave a deep stare, and looked very dominant. She wasn’t skinny by any measure, but certainly wasn’t fat. She had pert tits, which I later learned were 34”. 34B to be precise. As I watched there were more flashes, and she had changed positions a few times. Hand up a bit. Other hand across her chest. By her side.
“OK, good” came Janes voice. “now if you can show off a bit ..”. Emmas left hand pulled the plastic skirt up – it was tight so stuck slightly. With a thrill, I saw she wasn’t wearing any knickers. She had blond pubic hair. I had a sudden feeling of guilt … like I was spying. Emma threw her head back, with her eyes closed. If she wasn’t enjoying it, I couldn’t tell. She pulled around the skirt a little, and Tony had moved in closer, annoyingly blocking my view.
“Great” said Jane. “OK … James, can you stand facing Em” … I got up, and Emma turned … “OK ..” without any further instruction, Emma put her arms around my shoulder. I put my arms around her waist, and we started kissing again. Some connection had been made by the first kiss, and with Jane steering the scene, I felt happy following instinct. At Janes, direction, Emma kneeled down … “James, your face is great – you’re really looking the part” said Jane. Looking down, I saw a mischievous smile on Emmas red lips. Finding it incredibly horny, I was a little miffed to find Tony had placed himself close behind me, and she was smiling at him. Or was she.
She put her fingers inside my jeans waistband, and struggled to pull the button through. There was a pause in the flashes for a second, then she managed. As my jeans opened, the zip stuck slightly. My heart began pounding, and it seemed all I could hear was my breathing. Emma briefly put her tongue between her lips, and was concentrating – at Janes request – on my crotch. Because I could hear Janes directions just as well, I felt an equal part of the action. So it wasn’t a surprise when Emma tugged my fly down, and pulled the sides of my jeans apart. Tony had moved around so he was behind her, and as my erection pinged out, straining my boxers, there was a fusillade of flashes. There was silence from Jane, so I just stood there as Tony took a series of shots of Emmas face.
“Were we lying ?” Jane asked. I could hear a smile in her voice “big enough ? Not too big ?”. I looked down, and Emma blushed as she said shakily “no, you were right … very nice”. She wrapped her right hand around my cock, through my boxers. I gasped with the force of her grip, and speed of movement. At that moment I knew that whatever, no matter what, nothing was more important … I could not cum. Forcing myself, I twitched my cock. It had the desired effect, and I felt my impending orgasm recede. Jane had given some more directions, and Emma had put both hands against my crotch, and slid them onto my cock – still in my boxers. More flashes.
Then, she pulled my boxers down, along with my jeans. Jane said to stay like that – not step out of them, and I stood there, my cock bobbing, and dripping. Again, silence while Tony moved around. Then Emma followed Janes direction, and looked greedily at my cock, whilst teasing the skin down slightly. I heard Tony whisper to Jane “looking good”. Emma started fluttering both hands down the shaft, which felt incredible. I didn’t register immediately, but Jane hadn’t asked for that.
From there, we changed completely. I remained standing, but Emma sat up on the chaise longue. Having to shuffle, I did as Jane asked, and took Emmas T shirt off, and then, more steadily than I felt, I pulled her bra over her right tit. Her nipple was hard, and the skin surrounding it was puckered and pink. I heard her give a little sigh which I found intensely erotic, and didn’t need Janes direction to start squeezing Emmas tit, and then tits, as the bra came of completely. She grabbed hold of my cock, and without thinking, I bent down to kiss her, whilst running my hand over her tits to an accompaniment of encouragement from Jane.
I had never fingered a girl in the light before, but if I hesitated, no one noticed. As Emma and I had been kissing, she had opened her legs, and now, as I knelt down, she pulled her skirt up completely. She was neatly trimmed, which only served to accentuate the fact that she was clearly aroused herself. Even though this was the closest I had ever seen a cunt, in light, I could see she was swollen, and her clit was hard. By now, we had both realised we were basically riffing around Janes key poses, so it seemed natural that Emma should put her hands on her crotch, and pull her cunt open, while I put my hand on her belly. Tony was about six inches from Emmas cunt. Emma had her eyes closed, and a look of ecstasy on her face. As I moved my hand, she quivered, and gave a gasp as my fingers brushed her clit. Using her moans as a guide, I massaged her clit, exploring it, and experimenting. At Janes ordering I teased Emmas swollen lips, and used the fingers of one hand to pull her open. Then both hands, as Tony did his work. Jane had fallen silent again, but I remembered the briefing, and decided to improvise. I pushed my face into Emmas cunt. She squealed, but not out of pain, nor pleasure. More surprise. I heard Jane take a breath, but deciding to carry on, and lick that cunt. Because I had never licked a cunt before.
Luckily, I loved it. Something about the smell was intoxicating, and I breathed deep. Again, using Emmas reaction, I let my tongue and teeth explore. By now, I had completely lost track of Tony.
“Great stuff you pair” said Jane, breaking the moment. “Now, James, can you carry on licking Em, but move on top, so she can suck you.”. I was confused briefly, but Emma nodded her head, and I realised what was meant. Still shuffling, I managed to get onto the chaise longue, and with Emma wriggling beneath me and my cock bobbing weirdly, I knelt over Emma, feeling her breath on my cock. With no comment from Jane, Emma and I simultaneously took the lead, and moved our heads. This time I squealed – well, moaned – as I felt Emmas lips, and then mouth around my cock. She was making greedy noises, although I was imagining that was more down to my tongue, which was now sliding into her cunt … I couldn’t’ help myself, the taste of her juices was addictive.
Jane was silent again, so we just guided one another. The only blowjob I’d had before this had been clumsy and slightly d*unken, and I hadn’t cum. In fact it had left me wondering how anybody could cum that way. But Emma was doing an excellent job of correcting my impression.
Up until now, from the point where I knew I couldn’t cum, I had enjoyed the novel and intense feelings in my cock without worry. But that was starting to change. Looking back, I think that having crossed several barriers, being on the home run, so to speak, had freed me from worry, and therefore control.
Emma had been greedily sucking me, and every so often pulling back to lick my shaft and the tip of my cock. She took me again into her mouth, and there was a sudden “Mmmmmmmmmmm”. She pulled back, and with that wicked look in her eye again, pushed her tongue out. There was a clear trail of whiteness on it. For a brief moment I was shocked. I certainly hadn’t cum … well, I hadn’t felt like I had. Suddenly I felt terribly afraid … had I ruined everything ? If I had, no one said anything for what felt like an eternity. I knelt there, my cock twitching over Emmas face. By now she had licked her lips. Then Jane said “good, very good, you’re both naturals … if we can finish off with Em wanking you off over her tits ?”
Glad for the change of position I knelt up properly, with Emma lying under me. She reached up, and began a steady rub of my cock. Tony was standing up, over us. I looked down, and Emma smiled at me. “You like ?” she whispered. Surprising myself, I replied “I love it, you slut.” a little louder than perhaps I meant. However the only effect it seemed to have was to charge the room. I was aware of Janes breathing, and caught Emma nodding at Tony. Then all I was aware of, was a rumbling tingle in my toes, which started moving up my legs. Emmas hand was steady. I had to fight a powerful urge to take over myself – I wanted her to stroke faster … indeed in the few handjobs I’d had before, I had told the girl to go faster.
“Slow it down” said Jane, as if reading my mind. Almost as if frustrated the tingle seemed to abate. Emma obeyed, and rather than tightening her grip, as I wanted, loosened it. She was now gently wanking me. Her hand was covered in precum, which had foamed a touch from the previous vigourous wanking. The tingle I was feeling seemed to become wider, rather than deeper, and I knew I was holding my breath.
It didn’t do any good. I saw Emma smile at Tony, and then close her eyes. Somehow she knew before me … her grip suddenly tightened, and she pulled my foreskin hard down. I felt my buttock clench, and my knees pull as deep inside my cock a muscle spasmed. I was kneeling up facing Emmas feet. She held her hand still, and a thick rope of spunk suddenly appeared, almost hanging in mid air. Then it fell, leaving a line from Emmas left tit with flecks in her pubes. As I shuddered, a second twitch powered more spunk out, and this time Emma had moved her hand and her right tit started glistening. As I tried to work out what I should feel, Emma started vigourously wanking me again. This time I convulsed, as the last dregs of sperm oozed out. Tony just said “nice” over and over, as I became aware he was catching the slow descent of my spunk onto Emmas tit.
Feeling drained, I just wanted to relax, and have a cigarette. But I was rudely reminded that this wasn’t love. Just sex.
“OK mate, hold on, we need some semi shots” said Tony from behind the camera, as he snapped Emma who was rubbing my spunk into her belly.
“Semi shots ?” I asked, dazed.
“Yeah, a few shots where you’re not hard … it tends to be easier after you’ve cum.”. I suddenly felt terribly self conscious. My hard on was going down, slightly, and I felt worried for Emma beneath me, who had her eyes closed and her fingers in her cunt. Gingerly, I swung my leg over – not easy, I still had my jeans around my ankles.
Luckily the “Semi shots” didn’t take long. It felt weird – not unpleasant, just weird to have Emma holding my slightly stiff cock. There was a slight awkwardness, when I had to ask her to be a touch more gentle … she seemed upset at hurting me, and I felt my explanation – that I get quite sensitive after orgasm- was somehow an admission of weakness.
Finally all the shots were taken. Emma sat up on the chaise longue, wiping herself with a flannel Jane had bought. For a brief moment our eyes met as I pulled my jeans back up and fastened them. She seemed totally at ease, topless, and with her legs open, as she pulled a flannel over her cunt. Surely someone should say something ?
“That was good. “ I said, rather pointlessly. Emma just smiled, and nodded. Then she added … “nothing like I expected, but not in a bad way.”
Jane and Tony had left us alone briefly – whether by design, or just because they had things to do, I don’t know. They seemed to return together, and were both smiling.
“Well done, both” said Jane, “that’s one of the best scenes we’ve done with amateurs, I’m sure we’ll have some good comments.” I was amused to hear Emma say “thanks” in a slightly embarrassed voice. Mind you, I don’t think my “thanks” was any more definitive.
“Seriously” she continued … “there’s a few more setups we’ve got, if you’re interested.”. I realised with a thrill she was addressing us individually. Meaning if Emma was up for it – presumably with another guy. Or if I was up for it – with another girl. I looked at Emma, who by now had put a different bra on, and her usual sweater, and was equally protective and daring … I’d feel like I was cheating on Emma, but to work with another girl ???????
Aware it was dark, I was genuinely worried for Emma … my offer of a walk to the Halls of Residence was accepted, but more from necessity I felt, than gratitude. Without needing to be shown, I found my way to the small yard downstairs, and finally had my post ejaculation cigarette, while Emma wiped off the makeup. It was still raining, and in a bizarre echo of my – and Emma’s – first boy-girl shoot, a rumble of thunder followed a deep white flash of lightening.
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